Black ink on white pages
Gave birth to truth so bold
Narrated from thoughts of sages
It's a motivation when it's told
Roads taken in quest for freedom
But what the souls feel is just numbness
Pain that's not lost, costed many their kingdoms
The struggle, before them, served bitterness
Victory foreseen, legends, arose
Tough loads carried on rough roads
Triumphal entry through the heaven's doors
Titans' names written on rocks
Like a story which never gets old
Black ink on white pages
Splashing truth mistaken for rage
Stories of time written to preserve a dignity
Stolen with egos and dispossession from terrains
Painting portraits of clenched fists up high
As the journey length on
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